Sandra’s World Blog

Alaska

    The dog sleds slither across the pure white blanket leaving no mark behind.

Warm little cabins shoot smoke from the chimneys.  

Brown paint peals off the little old lounge. 

Guns fire off, the black air met the freezing air outside when it shot.

Minutes later the black air froze, it stayed so still.

The dark sky had colors of all kinds in the black.

In the lounge jolly old laughter roars through the tiny room.

People stand by the fire as it danced in the fire place.

Walking out again the winds chills down your spine.

Winds are so sharp it whips your face of freezing cold.

Snowflakes fall of different sizes and shapes.

But Alaska is beautiful and always will.